lest you be convinced that our move has been all giggles and hugs…..
see that scratch on his left eye?
yep, that happened in the first, literally, 2 seconds we were outside yesterday morning. 2 screaming kids, a new pediatrician, and many tears later, we thankfully found that the stick just created a superficial scratch on the underside of his eye. he’s fine, but our emotions are all running wild around here.
the kids have been acting out. i’ve been disciplining like a fiend (and man, being consistent is tiring). there’s been many more yells, tears, and “freak out” moments than i would prefer.
but, i’m giving grace to us all, even myself, because first, that is what the Lord does, and second, because i understand that transition is hard even when we think we’ve got it handled, physically and logistically. that darn emotional side of it is still sneaking it’s ugly head in where we’d wish it didn’t.
and because it’s all i know to do…i’m praying for the hearts of each person in our family—that we would be seeking the Lord first and finding our security and peace in who we are in Him. Loved. Treasured. Secure.
new house or not. our identity in Him remains the same.